while looking for a part-time online writing job, i chanced upon and ad for a ghost writer..it was asking for a sample with the requirement it should be about the moon's effect on people... fortunately my work was accepted and i was made to create another sample as a second step, that other sample has now been developed into a full blown novel, the owner of the ad is now my agent and my editor...my finished book will soon be an internationally published YA novel, cant wait for that... here is the work i did on that first leg...
He woke up with a start.
It was dark, a palpable darkness that somehow choked out the sleepiness out of his consciousness. He glanced around the familiar shape of his room, the closed window right across from where he was lying down, on a bed crumpled and equally familiar. He knew this room, the recognizable smell of all his junk thrown together; worn clothing dropped where he shed them off which should have gone to the laundry long before, a collection of discarded scraps of food, socks and shoes reeking of use. It was too mundane, except that somehow he knew somehow that he was not alone.
He blindingly clutched at the comforter that was haphazardly flung across his body sprawled limp on the bed. Its warmth somewhat absent, its purpose not felt as he became aware of the cold that was slowly slipping into his veins; freezing the warmth off the blood that was rushing from his heart into his limbs. His slow, ragged breath coming out as wisps of frozen mist surprisingly bright amidst the darkness.
A pin prick jolt of fear started across his chest. To leap up and spread into his being, that soon his heart was beating a staccato of purposeful beats all too loud in the silence of night; the littlest hair at the back of his neck struggling to be released from their roots, goose bumps covering his almost naked body beneath the sheets.
Thump thump thump
His eyes moved in the darkness, darting to and fro to look for what he knew was there, absorbing the soft light seeping through the edges of the window, the pupils dilated. He could feel the presence of someone, or something, the tangible existence of what stunk of malice. Something that has permeated the air with its ghastly aura. He could not see anything but the darkness. But it was there, among the shadows. Of that he was sure.
His heart was beating faster. He thought he could hear an echo to his breath. Someone else was there breathing with him.
Thump thump thump
Outside, he could hear the muted shriek of the wind. Faint perhaps through the closed windows but nevertheless there. From out of nowhere, a wolf’s howl pierced the almost stillness. Loud and angry, like it was waiting…or it was hungry…or both.
He was afraid. Inexplicably so!
Come
A voice in his mind said. It was familiar but his heart drummed more loudly in his chest. He knew he heard that voice before, the soft feminine voice that was taunting him to come. It was a fluid voice that somehow flowed into his being; a voice that was not auditory but rather like a touch of invitation straight into his mind, gripping at his heart with an ice cold finger that he could not get away from. He shuddered.
Thump thump thump
All of a sudden the window burst open as if the wind has blown it from outside. But no breeze went in as if invisible hands just flung the shut windows open to reveal the night air outside.
Thump thump thump
From where he was, he can see nothing but the moon, the soft pale face of the lady in the sky. He looked towards it. Drawn towards the greenish glow that seemed to be calling unto him and he knew that the voice in his head came from it. The moon, bright and pallid at the same time, hovering just outside his window. Full and an almost complete sphere.
Come
It called again.
Thump thump thump thump
A strong odor of something rose into his nostrils, a warm musky smell of wood and wet dog scent that swiftly pervaded the air.
He tried to cling back to the bed. He knew this, remembered a vague memory of a night that seemed so long ago. He balled his hands into fists and pressed his back to the creaking mattress and willed for whatever inevitable to stop, tears flowing from his eyes and wetting his cheeks as he groaned in exasperation.
No, please
He pleaded as the pains started, shooting out from somewhere within him. Jabs and stabs of inexplicable agony that sliced through his body from the inside out. The skin splitting, his bones shattering and his all too human teeth falling off as bloody canine fangs pierced through his gums.
Nobody heard his cries of anguish, no body saw.
Only the full moon, as the great black shadow of a giant dog leaped from his window to join and run with other lupine shadows waiting beneath his window.
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